Love is when you wake up in the morning and you no longer feel alone. Love is when you wake up in the morning and you know tomorrow will be okay; in fact, it’ll be better than yesterday and better than today. Better in the sense that the inner warmth that we radiate will shine brighter and stronger than ever before. Meetings of chance happen rarely, i’d say very rarely, meeting the other 88dayer was by chance, meeting a new love was total chance, someone, somewhere, good quality balsamic is on it’s way over. I miss her pixie features when she’s not here, the way she rolls into my arms at 7am, and gently whispers ‘hi’, the way…
…..I’d been having a bad day, no bad day by the standards of 2005 and sitting listening to my old boss ballsup yet another marketing campaign - but bad by todays standards. Decided to head to my local record emporium (be still my beastly Rough Trade, there i got side tracked by one of their legions of insanely helpful and well clued up staff into the DC Recordings isle ‘I need more Italo i yelled obnoxiously into my mobile phone device’ (kidding) - anyway - We say, HIGAMOS HOGAMOS, you say HIGAMOS HOGAMOS. Italo + Motorik + Post punk = HM*.
DC Recordings are my new found love.
